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As the dust settled, Golly coughed and looked at the devastation around them, his face pale. "I-I can\'t believe I missed that," he stammered, visibly shaken.

He then laughed it off and shrugged. "Must be from old age."

Rain was still catching his breath, and gave Golly a judgmental stare. "Guess it\'s a good thing you\'ve got more than just the back of your hand to rely on down here."

\'Take this seriously! Our lives are in your hands here!\' Chi snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Golly nodded, the usual swagger in his step replaced with caution. The gravity of the situation settled over him like a heavy cloak, each step now measured and deliberate.

The near-fatal mistake had rattled him to the core, stripping away any remnants of overconfidence. He could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, the lives of his companions hanging in his hands.

From that moment on, Golly moved with meticulous caution, his eyes scanning every inch of the path ahead, the memory of the deadly trap still fresh in his mind.

The danger in the mines was no longer an abstract threat — it was a living, breathing force that could snatch them all away in an instant.

As they moved forward, Santi\'s sharp eyes caught the subtle difference in the stone\'s texture, and she quickly signaled the group to halt.

With a careful toss of a small rock, she activated the trap, causing a volley of arrows to shoot out from the walls. They all ducked and waited as the deadly projectiles whizzed past before continuing.

Further in, the floor beneath them began to shift, revealing a pit of sharp spikes. Chi, with her agility, leaped across with ease, securing a rope for the others to use.

Further in, Golly recalled the complex pattern of safe stones they had mechanized and guided the group across the unstable ground.

In another chamber, they encountered a wall that slowly closed in on them, threatening to crush anyone who lingered too long. The mechanism was ancient but still functional.

Golly quickly assessed the situation and used his tools to jam the gears, buying them just enough time to escape through a narrow passage.

The final challenge was a maze of invisible tripwires, each one connected to a different trap: collapsing ceilings, rolling boulders, and even hidden spears.

Chick and Chill revealed the wires with a faint glow of fire, allowing Golly to lead the group through the deadly labyrinth.

Despite the numerous traps, Rain and his companions managed to make it through the mines unscathed, their teamwork and resourcefulness proving stronger than the Gnomes\' ancient defenses.

The fortress was ancient, built with traps and hidden passages that could easily ensnare the unwary. But everyone\'s teamwork made them pushed through, and after what felt like an eternity, they finally reached a large, ornate door at the end of a long, shadowy corridor.

"This must be it," Rain muttered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the door. The intricate carvings on its surface depicted symbols that he didn\'t know of, and the air around it seemed to hum with a dark, oppressive energy. There was no doubt in his mind that this was where Gorm was hiding, completing his rituals.

"Prepare yourselves," Golly said, his voice low but firm. "We don\'t know what we\'ll find inside."

The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces ready. They knew that beyond this door lay the heart of the enemy\'s power, and the fate of their people rested on their shoulders.

With a nod from Rain, they pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.

The room they entered was vast, the ceiling high and the walls lined with ancient, flickering torches. At the far end of the room, seated on a throne carved from black stone, was Gorm. He was a towering figure, his presence radiating malice and power. His eyes, glowing with an unnatural light, were fixed on the intruders with a mix of disdain and amusement.

The elders were chained to the walls on either side of him, their faces pale and drawn, their eyes filled with despair.

Rain\'s breath hitched in his throat as he gazed at the towering figure before him. "T-that\'s . . . Gorm?" he stammered, disbelief and fear tinging his voice.

The man — no, the monster — standing before them was a hulking colossus, a veritable Goliath wrapped in thick, menacing armor that seemed to pulse with a dark, malevolent energy.

Every inch of him radiated power, a terrifying, overwhelming presence that made the air around him feel suffocating. His armor was etched with ancient runes, each one glowing with a sinister light that seemed to drink in the surrounding darkness.

Beneath Gorm\'s massive boots, the ground was inscribed with a vast, intricate magical circle, its lines and symbols glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. The circle pulsed with energy, like a heartbeat, and from its center, black tendrils of magic snaked outward, connecting to the shackled figures bound to the walls.

These unfortunate souls, their faces twisted in pain and fear, had their very life force and mana siphoned away, the energy flowing through the runes and into the ritual.

The circle was a gateway — a portal to the underworld — and it was almost complete.

"Gorm! Where are the gnomes? Where are the citizens of this place?!" Golly demanded, his voice cracking with worry.

Gorm remained motionless on his throne, his cold, unblinking gaze fixed on them like a predator watching its prey. He didn\'t so much as twitch in response, his silence more unsettling than any threat.

"Does he even understand us?" Rain whispered, glancing at Golly. "Or is he speaking some ancient, forgotten tongue?"

Suddenly, Gorm stirred. The simple act of him rising to his full height was enough to send a wave of dread crashing over the group.

He was even more imposing standing up, a mountain of armor and raw power that seemed to scrape the ceiling of the chamber. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, and the very air seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy.

Then, breaking the silence, a deep, guttural voice reverberated through the chamber, sending shivers down their spines. The sound was ancient, like the grinding of tectonic plates beneath the earth.

"All shall be sacrificed to open the underworld."